Magic Maker: How To Create Magic Novels & Stories

A small gasp escaped my lips when I sighted something move really fast in the sky. Oh my God! It's a shooting star! I stared at it in awe, it was so beautiful. 'Make a wish' Closing my eyes I took in a deep breath. "I-I wish.. i would finally be happy for once in my life." Opening my eyes, I watched as the star moved pass me. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling like things are going to be okay for me. I would finally be happy.

"You have to breathe in. " "Why? I'm tired of this, I don't just get it, is that how you do it? " "I told you that you have to feel yourself. Magic comes from you and not from the motions you make. You have to listen to me. " "Just let's do this once and get it over and done with, I'm really not feeling okay now. " The old man just stood there with his hand behind his back, he just couldn't believe the audacity of this little one.

Standing across the street - the safest distance I could get any of them to stand while I tried my hand at magicking a new building into existence - they waited for me to work wonders. Mason stood beside me. "Just remember, you need to see what you want to create. Draw it in your mind before you lift your hand." I nodded, took a couple deep breaths. Closing my eyes, I pictured my old apartment in Feuer Tower. It should be pretty easy to replicate. I'd stared at the ceilings for years while I waited to be released from my prison. I knew every single inch of that place. Probably better than I knew the back of my own hand.

Turning around she took a look at the shelves before searching through the books that stayed where they were for years but unexpectedly she didn’t find anything, as far as she remembered the magic scrolls that her mother made and instilled magic with were kept in the drawers, however now those scrolls were gone and couldn’t be found meaning someone came to the shack, opened the locked drawer and took everything with them. “ You have to be kidding me,” Levy ran a hand through her hair in frustration, though the magic scrolls were instilled with magic her mother was a clever lady, she never put an entire magic scroll together instead she broke it in half and made two scrolls of magic instead o

Elara asked quietly. "Binding spells. Stunning magic. Incapacitation techniques." Meredith gestured to a target dummy at the far end of the room, roughly human-shaped, made of reinforced materials. "Start with binding. Imagine someone attacking you. Someone you need to stop without killing." "How?" "The same way you create a shield. Visualize what you want. Ask your magic to make it happen." Meredith's eyes gleamed. "But this time, instead of protecting yourself, you're restraining someone else."

“Did you know that if you make friends with the God of Technology, he can help you make a sword that can create custom portals? And did you know, if you have the right abilities, you don’t have to walk through a portal to use them? You can just, you know, use them safely from the other side. A little… gift… courtesy of Hephaestus. He sends his regards, by the way.” “You employed Hephaestus?” She spins on the spot and looks around at my sisters. She snaps her whip in a criss-cross pattern in front of herself as she turns. “Yep.” I let my lips pop on the ‘p’. “The really cool thing about these portals is, if you can create holograms, like Leticia here can.” “Glamor. It’s a multi-fractal glamor

’ Esmee looked at her with wide eyes, Rodolf was also speechless. ‘I can make your magic mature,’ repeated Maddie. She smiled, ‘with all the benefits that come with it. You know, sex and all!’ Rodolf and Esmee looked at each other. ‘To be on the safe side,’ Esmee said with rosy cheeks, ‘we won't lose our magic if we ... I mean when we. Well?' Maddie laughed. ‘Exactly. It is true that your magic can become stronger because it also grows up, you have to be careful with that and practice well.’

"What's worse is we don't know when the magic was cast. It could be possible that the magic was cast long before they joined the grand duchy." "Is that possible?" I asked, as the very idea shocked me. Maverick nodded his head. "It's possible to cast a kind of hypnosis on someone to act in a certain way when they are exposed to a certain trigger. It takes an incredible amount of skill and magic, however, to pull something like that off. Also, they must be very specific about the trigger, or else it will not work." "If the trigger is too vague or common, it either won't work or won't work properly," Jason added.

Conscious direction rather than instinctive reaction. "Can I make it bigger?" I ask, already visualizing the light expanding. "Not today," Rain cautions. "Magic is like muscle. Start small, build strength gradually. Push too hard too fast, and you risk injury—to yourself and others." Disappointment flickers through me, but I recognize the wisdom in his words. Better to master this tiny light than lose control of something larger. I study the glow above my palm for another moment, then exhale slowly, visualizing the energy returning to my core, banking like embers rather than extinguishing completely.

This is what my mother always taught me. All I need is an illusion. I closed my eyes and started with my magic. In a few seconds, I managed to create what looked like a magic portal. And now, my wolf. I copied from the memory of what my wolves look like combined. I began to sketch in my mind and materialized my creation through magic. Soon, I was able to form a white wolf with two different colors of blue and green painted around their irises. It was a save, but not perfect as I dropped the portal just as soon as I created it.